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Bend or Break



I feel like I am surrendering, bending, breaking my heart to fill the will of my father and family. Could I just run away? Where could I go? I wouldn't survive in wilds further then few days, they would find me.

I cant escape this. All is pushing me into his hands. 

The legacy, the papers of ownership, the debt of my father to him, will be payd with my happiness.

For the greater good.

I can not write, the quill drives too deep into the pages. I feel anger and fear as they have set the date of my wedding in four weeks. Without me.

And I must be silent, father said, not to bring talks around town. So I must smile and receive congratulations and good wishes from friends, family and others. 

I wish I could end this. I wish I was brave to end this.